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In the dim war room beneath Yavin IV’s jungle canopy, Kleya Marki stands cloaked in shadow and purpose. She wears a deep charcoal hooded robe layered over her structured navy tunic — the hood drawn forward, casting her face in dramatic partial silhouette. Her eyes gleam beneath the shadow, fixed on a glowing tactical table strewn with encrypted data-slates, intercepted comms arrays, and flickering star maps. Her fingers, clad in dark gloves, rest beside a battered holoprojector displaying Imperial fleet movements. Around her, crates marked in Aurebesh, salvaged parts, hidden weapons, and rebel intelligence gear form a controlled chaos. Distant voices echo through stone corridors, but Kleya stands apart — the eye of a storm she herself set in motion. Her jaw is set, her expression taut with calculation, lit only by the pulsing glow of data feeds and a wall-mounted console bleeding blue and red light across ancient stone. Moss creeps through cracks in the temple walls, vines curling near the entry — nature reclaiming history, as rebellion rewrites it. Photorealism. Rebel base on Yavin IV. Interior — war room. Cinematic lighting: moody and tactical. Framing: medium close, slight low angle. Dramatic hood and shadow.